When my company moved from its office in the city back to where it all began—the lower level of my boss's home on the edge of a small town—I was unhappy about becoming a commuter. Over time I've come to enjoy the quiet of this rural area. One thing I can't get accustomed to is the hens. They're dumber 'n bricks.
Each time I go out to stretch my legs, catch a breath of fresh air, and look for birds, butterflies, and dragonflies, they come running out of the coop and wait along the fence. They track my every move. I have never fed them and yet every time they hear the office door open, they flee the coop into their open pen, hang out along the fence, watch me, and wait with a look of hope in their otherwise dull eyes. It's almost as though they believe one of these days, I'll head over without my camera and sprinkle some appropriate food for them to nosh. Hope, like their other well-conditioned responses, remains eternal.
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Tomorrow's prompt is: Wheels. The NASCAR haulers don't roll in until July. Woe is me.
NOTE: Yesterday I neglected to mention that there is a new bridge being built to replace the Memorial Bridge. The Departments of Transportation of New Hampshire, Maine, and the US will all share the cost. The original cost to repair: $59.1M. The cost to build a new bridge: $81.4M. Not only is it going to cost more, we lost a piece of history. That's what I hate most of all.
They want to be on your blog, and being featured, Cheryl!
ReplyDeletePerfect picture for the prompt!!
ReplyDeleteI thought you were going to go the route of Chicken Little waiting for the sky to fall. But this certainly works! Great pic.
ReplyDeletehehe and you felt their beedy little eyes upon you the whole time...you should have taken a chicken lunch out and see if they went away...that was bad wasnt it...smiles.
ReplyDeleteBe nice... they give you eggs and do their best. Poor girls and you be dissing on them like that. LOL
ReplyDeleteBut fresh eggs are amazing. But they are dumb as bricks.
ReplyDelete"They track my every move" - that would freak me out!
ReplyDeleteI don't know how to describe it, but your photos are so clear. I know that sounds silly or dumb, but that is what I love about your photos: that and your ability to focus on one thing, the chickens, in this case, yet our eyes are drawn to something else, the fence. *Facepalm* I'm not saying this right, but bottom line: love the photo.
ReplyDeleteAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I have a serious mental health issue that's triggered by the site of chickens. It all started when my neighbors whose house is 20 freaking feet from mine got a rooster. WE LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could hear that damn thing all night, all day when I tried to work I could even hear it when I left my house I'd heard it so much. After filing 2398yr9823498237 noise complaints they finally got rid of it. No kidding, it lived 20 feet from my pillow. I've hated chickens (and stupid neighbors) ever since.
ReplyDeleteI would run to the fence to - hoping some nice lady with a camera would let me out!!! Nice photo - the detail is amazing!
ReplyDeleteThey would love me cus I'd feed them. I'm a read sucker. One look at those big round eyes, gazing dolefully in my direction...
ReplyDeleteI am afraid of chickens. One chased me. This is a marvelous photo none the less!
ReplyDeleteCreative choice for waiting.
ReplyDeleteI am really enjoying this series...
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Yum, chicken! Wonderful photo, Cheryl. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's a fabulous photo and of course I can relate. I've been waiting for somebody to appropriately sprinkle some nosh for me for years.
ReplyDeleteGreat interpretations of all your prompts =) Thank you for stopping by Sanukipity Photography and leaving the kind words.
ReplyDeleteMy dad grew up on a ranch/farm, and he's always told me that feeding the chickens was the worst job he ever had, and he's had some bad jobs. I like chicken, but I liked it cooked, not pecking at -- or near -- me.
ReplyDeleteWhen standing still, chickens seem to look like they are waiting for something ... god knows what. It's rather creepy, really. But I got a great cluckle - I mean chuckle - at the expression of the one on the left and the way how she seems to be peering through a peep-hole. Your photos are great.
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I don't think they're smart enough to think that deeply. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank ye kindly.
ReplyDeleteThey could be waiting for that too. With pea-brained critters it's often hard to tell.
ReplyDeleteYeah, kinda. Then again, I laughed.
ReplyDeleteThey are beautiful and great egg-producers, but I still think they're dumber'n bricks.
ReplyDeleteExactly!
ReplyDeleteIt would freak me out only if they weren't cooped.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bryan. I understand exactly what you're saying and it's not dumb.
ReplyDeleteSorry to set off all your alarms. These hens may be pea-brained but they are quiet.
ReplyDeleteNow that's something that never crossed my mind. They might just want a change of scenery.
ReplyDeleteI'd feed 'em but I don't know what their mom allows them to eat. I'm guessing M&Ms isn't one of the options.
ReplyDeleteWe once had a rooster and hen and holy shiitake, they were nasty little biters.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sue. I certainly leaped before I looked on this one. It's one thing to post a picture with ordinary prompts, quite another to figure out how to capture some of these more, um, exotic prompts. Every. Day. You know I'm nowhere near that disciplined.
ReplyDeleteTheir eggs are delicious. Pretty sure the older they get the tougher the meat.
ReplyDeleteThat's just sad. Should I send M&Ms?
ReplyDeleteThanks Lili!
ReplyDeleteFeeding, cleaning the coop, trying not to get bit ~ brings back memories of growing up on the farm. They may be simple-minded but they are mean.
ReplyDeleteThey do seem to always be waiting for something. I think the whole crew in this little pen (8 or so) would gladly come running out and chase the first thing they saw. I don't run as fast I used to.
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